Running in circles(Post Malone Story)COMPLETED

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Christmas went far too fast. Most of it spent between the sheets making up for lost time. We managed to find a hotel suite in Dallas. Where we ate room service and had sex from morning to night. We where more exhausted going back on the bus than when we arrived home for Christmas break. It wasn't a good idea for us to be on the same bus either because any time we where alone we where fucking like rabbits. We couldn't wait for the tour to end. Just so we could catch up on some sleep. The rest of the tour went well. We slept during the day while the bus was driving then we played beer pong before and after the show. That's pretty much how all our days went and then when we where drunk we went back to the bus to have sex.

Once we got back to LA it was a frenzy of fucking and partying. We hardly slept and we where hardly sober. The only time we where alone we filled the time having sex. It was amazing sex, he knew how to please me and loved doing it but we where drifting apart. I didn't want to go out every night but whenever I tried to say anything about it we would get into an argument. I would end up backing down and giving in because he would say I knew what I was getting into when we got together. The more partying we did the more Austin slipped away and the more Posty stayed. I loved them both but I fell in love with Austin, Posty was just part of the deal. I didn't realise how prominent he would be in our personal lives away from touring. Then they had added extra dates to the tour. I didn't think I could cope with all that again. Not so soon. And not for so long, it looked like he was going to be touring all the way up till August and it was only April. I knew he would have to start writing and recording a new album soon and I wasn't sure if that would be better or worse. Would he want me there with him all the time or would I suddenly be alone?

Alone time didn't seem that bad right about now. I had practically moved in with Austin . I can't even remember the last time I had been to my apartment. We didn't even go back when the tour ended, Austin just threw money at me if I wanted anything. But I missed the privacy. The time to myself. I wished that Austin would decide he didn't need an audience just one day, that we could just chill and watch films. But that day never comes

I crawled out of the pit that was our bed and headed downstairs, contemplating what fresh hell I would have to deal with today. I was sick of smiling. Getting introduced to a million people a night, I'm not entirely sure how I don't know the population of LA by name and their social security number by now. Even the  house was always full of people. Even if was just his management team or the house staff, I was never alone. It was getting frustrating.

I nodded to the team as I made my way through the living room that was obviously being used as an office right now.  I grabbed myself a large coffee and made my way to the guest bathroom, the one with a huge bath tub. I needed to relax and a bath sounded like the perfect remedy to my aching body. I poured in some bubble bath and sank into the soothing hot water.

I had stupidly forgotten to switch my phone to silent, a call was coming through from Adam. Adam had gone home to Minneapolis but he had called a few times to say that I had been requested to work on tour with a few people. One being Harry styles. Austin always made me feel bad for wanting to leave him, saying he would miss me. So I always ended up backing out of them all. Adam wasn't mad but I knew he was disappointed that I wasn't taking anyone up on these amazing offers . To be honest I was starting to regret it slightly myself.

"Hey boss man" I sighed

"Well that was a welcoming hello" he chirped

"Sorry I'm just tired and I'd just got in the bath" I swished the water a little

"So your telling me your naked right now. Regan!" He whines

"Quit ya bitching" I chuckled

"Fine. I've had a call and please Regan  give this offer a chance. Billboard have asked for you to freelance with them. They have shoots that they want you and only you to do. Regan, Billboard! This could make your career"  he was obviously eager for me to accept